seattle ; sunday evening

[necroslacker]

St. Patrick's Day didn't mean a lot to Sam. Sure, he wore green when he remembered but for the most part, it was just another day. This St. Patrick's Day though, Sam had gotten dragged out to a bar with Brid and her brothers. Her excuse had been she was tired of him moping around like a lost puppy. He'd tried to beg off but she hadn't been hearing it.

So, Sam was at a bar. And Sam was actually drinking. It actually got a little easier to convince him to drink after getting some alcohol in him. Maybe that had been Brid's plan all along. Whatever, Sam wasn't going to argue. Maybe he could get drunk for only the second time in his life and forget how bad he'd been feeling for months now.

Brid was off, trying to cajole one of her brothers into doing karaoke or dancing or something which left Sam at the bar alone. He chatted occasionally with the bartender but otherwise, just say quietly with a drink in his hand.

At least Brid wasn't trying to make him do karaoke.

[NFB but open for calls/texts/etc. Sam is a leetle drunk.]

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[whenshewasnice]

"I was calling Jace," Natalie pointed out. Without adding 'this time'.

She dug her ID out of her pocket. "So you're just still talking to me out of politeness?"

[necroslacker]

"Would you like me to hang up on you so it's not so confusing?" Sam asked dryly.

[whenshewasnice]

"You're avoiding the question," Natalie told him just as dryly, showing her (fake) ID to the man at the door. "But to answer yours, no. And you know that."

[necroslacker]

"No, I'm talking to you because I'm stupid and lonely," Sam just outright told her.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie got a nod and pocketed her ID again as she slipped into the pub. It was less loud than she'd thought it'd be.

"Likewise," she told him.

[necroslacker]

"Well, good for us," Sam quipped sarcastically. "Yay."

[whenshewasnice]

"Has Brid entirely abandoned you?"

If the other girl had been anywhere near Sam right now, Natalie figured this call would have been long over by now.

[necroslacker]

"No, but her brothers are her too," Sam told her. "So, she's off with them right now doing something. I told her I'd stay at the bar and hold it up."

[whenshewasnice]

"So you're left with me." Taking a seat at a bar a universe away. "Brid would've made you stop being stupid already. Probably yelled at me too."

[necroslacker]

"Brid can't make me do anything," Sam told her with a frown. "I'm my own person, I do what I want."

[whenshewasnice]

"Uh huh." While she said that, she conveyed up some pretty impressively effective one-handed sign language to order a drink. "So she wouldn't have wrestled the phone out of your grasp?"

[necroslacker]

"What's it matter what she would have done?" Sam asked irritably. "She's not around right now."

[whenshewasnice]

"Just challenging your statements and making conversation," Natalie replied evenly. "Sorry."

[necroslacker]

"It's Brid," Sam reminded her. "You don't want to talk about her, I know you don't so you don't have to for my benefit."

[whenshewasnice]

"If it keeps you talking to me," Natalie countered, if a bit more quietly, "I'll talk about anything."

Brid included. She just liked talking to him.

[necroslacker]

"Natalie..."

Sam sighed heavily and closed his eyes. Statements like that went right past his shields and made him uncomfortable and even more sad than previously.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie took a sip of her drink. Some fruity, girly thing.

"Was that a mean thing to say?" she wondered, perhaps a bit more softly than she'd meant to. "I don't think it's that surprising or anything, when I've been saying the same thing for three months. You should be able to expect it by now."

[necroslacker]

"Yeah, because that makes it better," Sam returned, eyes still closed. "Because that means it hurts me less and makes me feel better about everything that's gone on."

[whenshewasnice]

"Okay," Natalie sighed, after a moment. "So, if it hurts that much, hang up. Go find Brid and let her distract you. I can stop calling. I can just... be here. If you do the YA protagonist thing and get in trouble, I'll be here and I'm not changing my number."

She found it highly doubtful she'd get that kind of a call. But she wanted that out there.

"I want to be your friend but if I'm really constantly hurting you, then I don't want to do that because I'm not that bad and selfish a person."

Yet.

[necroslacker]

"I don't want to be your friend," Sam repeated because it just wasn't enough for him. It wouldn't help and he didn't seen any benefit to it. He just knew he couldn't do it and he didn't want it.

"I am angry at you and sad and lonely and stupid," he told her honestly. "I don't know what I want, Natalie, because everything is confused. Everything. I don't know what to do with you, my life just sucks right now, and I'm never gonna stop being hunted."

Maybe he'd just go evil like he always thought he would. "This is how it is for me right now."

[whenshewasnice]

"Yes," Natalie said, patiently. Mostly. "I know all that. And I don't have the answers for you, either. I was just trying to give you an out. If you don't want to be my friend, then you don't want me to be your friend, and then maybe I shouldn't call."

[necroslacker]

"You can do what you want," Sam said, sounding very tired all the sudden. He couldn't bring himself to tell her outright to just stop calling. "I just know I can't be your friend like you apparently want me to. I can't do it, Natalie. I just know that it's not enough for me."

[whenshewasnice]

"You haven't even tried."

And she was trying too hard for both of them.

[necroslacker]

"Natalie, I love you," he snapped, smacking his hand against the bar again. "And that's the reason I haven't tried. Because of that, because I know with that there, I can't be your friend. Because I want more than that and you don't and it doesn't fit."

[whenshewasnice]

Because friends don't love each other," Natalie replied, a little petulantly. Regretting it a little bit immediately after. Pausing to drink down a nice big gulp. "Jono was right. It is all or nothing."

Startled by a realization, she huffed out an laugh that was actually pretty lacking in amusement.

"It always was. I broke up with you because I couldn't handle not having it all. And now you can't handle being friends because it's not everything you want. This whole thing? Just a big mess of all or nothing."